Vittorio Alfieri Quotes

Hatred is keener than friendship, less keen than love.

There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.

I guess happiness is not a state you want to be in all the time.

Whenever you're feeling grateful, you are not feeling frustrated and angry and all those negative states that we go into. And that's a big benefit in and of itself.

However, without considering this connection, there is no doubt but that more good than evil, more delight than sorrow, arises from compassion itself; there being so many things which balance the sorrow of it.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills.

We're taught to be ashamed of confusion, anger, fear and sadness, and to me they're of equal value to happiness, excitement and inspiration.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Good humor is the health of the soul, sadness is its poison.

I think its very important to not be afraid to experience joy in the middle of sorrow.

Next to the highest peak of happiness, there’s the deepest gap of pain.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

We hate so fast and we love too slow

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

Man is more himself, man is more manlike, when joy is the fundamental thing in him, and grief the superficial. Melancholy should be an innocent interlude, a tender and fugitive frame of mind; praise should be the permanent pulsation of the soul.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

It pisses me off to think we're conditioned to push away bad feelings and think anything that's uncomfortable is to be avoided. When things are really bad nowadays, I recognize the value in it because it's me filling my quota- it's going to make my joy more intense later.

Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.